“Sheep are always looking for a new shepherd when the terrain gets rocky.”


― Karen Marie Moning

“The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”


― Robert Frost

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”

― Mary Oliver

The past explains how I got here, but the future is up to me - and I love to live life at full throttle.

Janice Dickinson

I think about the days, I so strategically hide within myself..Playing a tune with my awkward fingers, strumming my loneliness with sad eyes. The lyrics I sang were quiet and rang true, if only to myself. I never needed, I often wanted..even loved. Needed was the note you hit when tuning your strings, setting them just right.

But..once that music starts, its called life ya know?
Its a song you sing, by living and breathing. At times the lyrics change, but the melody is forever. The chorus, repeating 1 2 3 times.

Solitude was my embracing audience, he/she listened to my tears accompanied by my awkward fingers; even as my heavy heart sang back up.
The the spot light often showed in hues of black and white, at times blinding me..and often then not..not shining at all. But still I sang.

Past the darkness, past the lyrics of change..more sad then happy...my tones increased with a hint of softness. The music played on and on. In a steady rhythm. It was safe, my harmony. 3 or 4 repetitive notes.

The lights shined, ever so bright..but not blinding..just bright.
My governed audience wasn't so silent anymore, I pondered why. I could, hear someone. Just a glimmer. As the sounds increased, I heard music..past my own. Something deeper, richer..more alive. Tho-I heard the chaos within its beat.

It allured me, it captured me. It set my soul on the brink, only to bring it back. Time and time again, your song makes me feel. I see past my own, and hear yours. I dance, constantly tired at times, only to feel rejuvenated..and left breathless at what you sing.

I have never played, or danced to anyone else's music..but my own.
Until I met the melody of your soul.

I simply have not.
Through chaos, you bring me back..and I ride you like no other.
I write this as tears scorch my cheeks, they taste of salt.
Tho-no wounds do they burn.

Your are the light to my dark.
Strum my soul-because your fingers...play it like no other can.

My song to you.
Is...simply who I am.

Now to find you.

(random poet I know)

“The things that inspire your life should consume your life.”

― Richelle E. Goodrich

“You experience true happiness when the things you desire rise up to the level of the things you deserve.” ― Robert J. Braathe

“The bad stuff that is part and parcel of contrived social existence takes a back seat when you concentrate on the heart of Life itself.” ― Valley Brown

“Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships.”
― Charles Simic

“all these years I have looked through your limbs
to the river below and the roofs and the night
and you were the way I saw the world”

w.s. merwin

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“Pleasure is always derived from something outside you, whereas joy arises from within.” ― Eckhart Tolle

“I often find that people confuse inner peace with some sense of insensibility whenever something goes wrong. In such cases inner peace is a permit for destruction: The unyielding optimist will pretend that the forest is not burning either because he is too lazy or too afraid to go and put the fire out.” - Criss Jami

Long- however, worth the read.
 

“When your mind wants to bolt, but your heart hangs on, it is because you don’t know with absolute certainty what the truth is. When you waste so much time on something that you want to believe is true, you begin to overthink things. Eventually, something obvious becomes twisted into something absurd, which keeps us from believing a simpler answer. Over time, you believe your own lies and fantasies to shield yourself from hurt, when following what is logical would have been the quickest way to healing. It is through your own self-imposed delusions that you lose your perspective. The world then becomes different to you when in fact you are different. Why? Because your own ego gets in the way. Everyone wants to feel special. Everyone wants to have faith in others. Everyone wants to believe in fairytales, happy endings and have all bad interactions with others explained. It is easier to sit in denial with your delusions and pray God will intervene, not realizing he has. He gave you commonsense and intuition, but you didn’t like how it made you feel. This is what true mental illness really is: Following your gut instinct through hell because you want to prove you are right, either to yourself or others. You sacrifice choosing to do right, in order to avoid pain. However, you don't realize that you have been in pain for a really long time and believed this was how happiness felt.”

― Shannon L. Alder